Yesterday we drove across Italy to Rome (three hours). I've seen the Colisseum, the Fountain of Trevi, the Forum. I've passed the metal detectors and the dress code check to get inside the Vatican, and seen the works of Michelangelo. I've ordered pizza in Italian and drunk wine made by the restaurant where we had dinner (a restaurant that grows some ridiculous percentage of the food it serves, as well as bottling its own spring water). We drove home listening to the Gipsy Kings while the two best travel babies ever slept.

Sometimes I can't believe my life.